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Fogbound Encounter 9


By Katzmarek


The Magirus-Deutz bus growled it's way along the new cement road.
The awe-struck passengers pressed their noses to the windows,
staring at the giant grey cigar.


The 'cigar,' though sported giant fins on which the peculiar
symbol designed by Dr Albert Speer was painted, black in a white
circle in a red square.


This was the new Germany with a new flag and symbols. Just as the
old empire had been swept away by the first world war, the
economic disasters of the late '20's had dealt a body blow the
fledging Weimar republic.


The bus drove right up to the giant airship. Under the nose Kimi
read 'Graf Zeppelin' in black gothic writing.


Everything about it was bigger than anything that had gone
before. Length, height, gas capacity and along the hull six
engines. Diesels, Kimi noted, with a wry grin, 


'If only 'the Chief' was alive to see this.' he thought.


A small dais had been set up next to the control car and as the
guests assembled themselves in some sort of order a small
welcoming party of uniformed men arrayed themselves on either
side.


A rather solid looking man in a brown uniform ascended the dais.
Around his arm he sported a red armband with Dr Speer's symbol,
the swastika, on a white disc.


"Welcome to the new Germany," the man said, "as deputy Fuhrer of
the German Reich it is an honour to stand before you, veterans of
the German Airship Service of the Great War. You are, like
myself, fliers and heroes who gave your souls for the honour of
the Fatherland only to be betrayed by those who chose to stay
safely in their homes and make profits out of yoursacrifice..."


Holding her husband's hand with the other wrapped around their
10-year-old son, Eliza whispered to Kimi,


"Who is he?"


"Herman Goering," he whispered back, "he was the last commander
of the Richthofen 'Jasta' at the end of the war. He was a lot
slimmer then."


"I don't like his eyes, " she whispered, " he bores right through
you."


"Probably short-sighted," Kimi told his wife.


"A short sighted pilot?" Eliza giggled, "I don't fancy flying
with him."


Kimi was never one for speeches and this was a long one. He
dearly wanted to break away from the crowd and have a look at
those motors with his son. He hoped to have a chance later.


"... At last Germany, the new Germany, is going to take its
rightful place in the sun. Already The German government under
the guidance of Chancellor and Fuhrer Adolf Hitler has thrown off
the shackles of Versailles, thrown off the shackles of the
Washington naval agreement, we will see off the last contingent
of foreign soldiers from our soil and look towards the future
with pride..."


Kimi lost track of the speech again. He looked at his watch in
annoyance.


'I really wish he'd get on with it.'


"... We will build fleets of aeroplanes, flotillas of airships,
our navy is rebuilding, our army will be the most feared in the
world...so I invite you, heroes of the Great War to join with us
in giving pride to the Reich. Join with us and become heroes of
the future with our great Fuhrer, Adolf Hitler... sieg heil..."


"What was that all about?" asked Eliza, "I thought he was going
to give himself a hernia."


"I gather he wants me to join up."


"Are you going to?"


"Not if I have to listen to that all the time," he grinned.


The Kasemanns had lived in Galston for 15 years. They'd made a
comfortable life for themselves and 10 year old Jimmy. If there
was any ill feeling towards him from the locals it had quietly
disappeared.


Now a British citizen, he'd even enlisted in the Royal Navy
Reserve and spent one weekend a month tending the big Thornycroft
engines of an inshore patrol boat.


While Eliza worked as a nurse at the local village hospital, Kimi
ran the only garage in the area. He repaired and maintained
everything from private cars to farm tractors, bicycles to
ploughs and seed drills.


Britain was using German technology to build it's own giant
airships. One, the R100 was being built by Vickers, the other,
R101 by the Government. Kimi and Eliza were planning on taking a
voyage on one of them when they were completed.


So when he'd received a letter from Germany inviting him and his
family on an honourary cruise on the giant 'Graf Zeppelin' they'd
jumped at the chance.


The voyage had been organised by the Reich war-veteran's
association in conjunction with DLB, the Deutsche Luftschiffbau.
(German Airship Company) 


They had no idea what a propaganda exercise it was to become. The
red carpet was laid out, tours organised and events arranged for
the children. All to demonstrate what giant strides had been made
in Germany and to encourage the airship men to enlist in the
services.


Curiously absent on the tours were the scenes of streets with
'Juden' (Jews) daubed on shops and homes? Nor, indeed the camps
quickly filling up with opponents of the Nazi Party.


While Eliza and Jimmy were conducted on a tour of the airship's
luxury interior, representatives of Daimler-Benz and DLB showed
Kimi and other veterans, an engine car.


The engine was a conventional upright six, but innovative in it's
use of lightweight materials. It wasn't, however, reversible. The
time required to stop the engine, then set it in reverse was too
long. Additionally, two-cycle diesels hadn't reached the required
level of reliability by 1934, except for large marine engines.


MAN of Nuremberg had developed a set for the new armoured ship,
'Deutschland', then just launched, however these large engines
were a constant headache to the Navy.


Descending the ladder from the car, Kimi came face to face with
Goering. He was a large man in every way, resplendent in his
brown party uniform and always accompanied by a pair of
boot-clicking aides.


An aide read out Kimi's name from a list and the Deputy Fuhrer
extended his hand.


"Joachim, I'm pleased to meet you. I hope you have been impressed
by what you have seen?"


Kimi nodded.


"Good, we have need of good men like you. Let me tell you of what
I've been planning. Soon we will unveil the new German Luftwaffe.
For years the French has crippled Germany by the treaty that
those traitors at Versailles signed. But no more! We will once
again take our place among great nations."


Kimi didn't really want another speech but the commanding
presence of this big man held him spellbound.


"Joachim, I will personally offer you an Officer's commission if
you'd join the new Luftwaffe. Who knows, soon you might be a
General in charge of aircraft engineering, no?" Goering said
laughing. The big belly laugh commanded those around him to laugh
too.


"I hear you are to be taken around the Reich in the 'Graf'. Take
a look! See what we have been able to do in two years with our
Fuhrer at the helm and imagine what can be accomplished in the
future, good day. "


He strode off saying,


"Reichenau, that man was a Captain wasn't he?"


Kimi was feeling unsettled by all the snapping and saluting going
on around him. The old airship service had been relatively
informal and the clicking of heels was beginning to annoy him.


It was night before they returned to Munich. The airship veterans
and their families were taken on a sedate tour of southern
Germany 


 As they approached the town of Nuremberg, Kimi saw pillars of
light from searchlights aimed straight up into the sky.  On the
ground below, a giant swastika was illuminated. 


The Zeppelin drifted slowly around what appeared to be a floodlit
stadium. Below were ranks and ranks of soldiers packed together
in 4 blocks of humanity.


Many of the passengers on the airship were mesmerised by the
sight. On cue, the massed ranks below extended their arms in the
Nazi salute, making the blocks appear to jump before theireyes.


Someone down the promenade deck started shouting 'sieg heil' in
response. Someone else shouted,


"I'm with you!"


Kimi and Eliza looked at each other in disbelief and moved young
Jimmy away from the windows.


"Kimi, lets go home," Eliza told her husband.


"Aye! I don't doubt they'll be bringing in all the farm equipment
soon. Harvesting is coming up."


"Kimi, you don't want to go back into the air again, do you?"


"Generals don't fly, love. They just keep desk chairs warm," he
teased.


"Well? Do you want to be part of this?"


"This is all crazy," he said, "with all the talk, I don't doubt
they'll want a war, soon, against France, maybe Russia. Once was
enough for me."


As the Kasemann's headed back to Scotland on the London to
Glasgow Express, Kimi felt the letter burn a hole in his pocket.
It was the formal offer made by the German Air Ministry, the
Reich Luftfahrtministerium, of a position as an instructor at an
aero engine maintenance school. He told them he'd consider it and
put it in his breast pocket.


It was a world away from Galston and it's broken tractors and
blown gaskets, an exciting and challenging world with a more
luxurious lifestyle.


But Germany now disturbed him. There was overconfidence about the
people he'd met that bordered on the arrogant. It was if
overnight, headmaster's sons and bakers daughters had been
elevated to the aristocracy by putting on an armband and uniform,
and it gave them the right to be boorish and overbearing and
downright rude.
 

He thought of his old Captain, Karl Heinz Freiherr von Dalwig zu
Leichtenfels. He had expected deference to his rank and title and
received it. This Goering and his people DEMANDED it by menace.

But most of all, the system demanded scapegoats and that fell on
the Jews, and Communists and anyone else deemed 'undesirable.'

He'd rather live in a village where the only thing you had to
fear was Alec Gorman's bad temper, when his Fordson got stuck in
a drain.


Donald, Kimi's young apprentice, picked the tired family up from
the railway station in the little Dodge tow truck. The young
mechanic chattered to Kimi about all the jobs he'd done, and
those needed doing while Eliza snuggled into Kimi's shoulder.
Jimmy sat on the deck of the truck, still dreaming of airships
and massed saluting.


His parents barely tolerated the next few days of young Jimmy
stiff-arm saluting and clicking heels and the 'sieg heil's' when
he came and went.


But when he asked his mother to make him one of those armbands,
Eliza snapped.


"Joachim Kasemann! Tell your son to take his pure Aryanism out of
my house. If he clicks his heels one more time I will put him in
fluffy slippers."


Kimi took his son on a little walk.


"What have you got against Jewish people?" he asked him.


Jimmy shrugged his shoulders.


"Then why would you want to drive them out of their homes, smash
up their furniture and close their shops and businesses?"


"I wouldn't."


"Well that's what the Nazis are doing in Germany. In the old
Imperial Navy there were many Jews, good loyal Germans and
Jewish. Now your Nazi friends are saying they are all traitors
and war profiteers and must be driven away. You know the Draper,
Mr. Klein?"


Jimmy nodded.


"Mr. Klein who gives you toffee when you pass his shop?"


Jimmy nodded again.


"Who brought you home in his Morris car when you fell off your
bicycle?"


"You want to smash his windows, Jimmy? Ban his children from
school? Paint insults over his house and dump manure over his
door? Is that a good thing to do? You want to go around to his
shop with a gang of thugs and beat him up in the street? 


Kimi's voice rose in volume. He turned to face his son.


"How do you think Mr. Klein feels when you give the Nazi salute.
How do you think he would feel if you strutted around with a
swastika armband? Think about his friends and family who are
being bashed up in Germany, Jimmy. For Mr. Klein's sake let's
have no more Nazi stuff, ok?"


"Ok."


Jimmy Kasemann's unofficial membership of the Nazi Partyceased.


Later that night, Kimi and Eliza cuddled in bed together. Jimmy
was asleep in the next room, Kimi had lit a candle by the
bedside.


" I understand what you mean about floating in an airship," his
wife said, "it's like being held up by angels."


Kimi put his hand over her pussy and planted a kiss over her
breast.


"Helium! The US navy's on the right track. But it needs to be
cheaper to produce. Hydrogen is too tricky to use... your
headlamps are on," Kimi said licking a nipple.


"Very funny! And what do you call this?" Eliza said, grabbing his
stiff cock.


"Ready!" he said, undoing the buttons of her nightshirt.


POSTSCRIPT


In 1939 Joachim 'Kimi' Kasemann became James Cheeseman by deed
poll. Initially as a Sub-Lieutenant (Reserve) and later as a full
Lieutenant he served on the Aircraft Carriers HMS Formidable and
HMS Illustrious in the Mediterranean and the Far East.


He survived the war and resumed his business in Galston.


In 1962 he retired and lived in the same village until his death
in 1982, aged 85.


Eliza died the year before at age 83. She was matron at the
village hospital in Galston for 30 years.


A sister, Isabel, joined Jimmy in 1936. They are both still
alive.


Jimmy Cheeseman joined the Royal Navy's Fleet Air Arm and was
training as a pilot when the war ended. He worked with his father
post-war, eventually taking over the Garage when his father
retired.


Isabel is married and lives in Glasgow.


Jock Smyth became Game Warden to the Duke of Tavistock and Lough
after the 1st World War. He retired in 1929.


Bruno Lody emigrated to the US in 1920 to be an artist in New
York. Not successful in that competitive world he founded a chain
of delicatessens that still bear his name. 


Herman Schoemann remained in Germany and joined the Nazi Party in
1924. An alcoholic he was killed in an argument outside a tavern
by a fellow SA member. Dr Goebels added his name to the list of
'martyrs to the cause,' and claimed the Communists killed him.
Then had the real killer assassinated.


The 3rd Waffen SS Division 'Herman Schoemann' was annihilated in
Russia during the battle of Kursk.


THE END





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